Life is as Drawing

Today i had a wingless stop and tell me, she'd lost my map and now there's

no way she will ever be free. Then with no strength, i raised the brush and started

to paint. Mixing together colours without any constraints. Even if my eyes are no

longer able to see, i will still surely find a way to draw. Even if my arm lose all

their strength as limp as they maybe, i will still find a way to draw. There is one

colours that ties together everything, it's like a prayer that you keep wishing for

continuously.